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Monday, June 03, 2013

So, That Just Happened

A few minutes ago, I was sitting at the desk in my office. It's a spectacular day here in western Maine. High seventies, sun and clouds, flowers starting to bloom in earnest, modest breeze. My office is faceted. It has four big windows facing four different directions. All of them are open wide.

The street is only steps away from our front door. This used to be the main road into town, but they built a state highway out back by the river decades back, and our road got sleepy.

A car just cruised past with all its windows down. It was playing music loud enough for me to hear it. Summer music dopplering past out of a moving car can be a jolly sound. Depends on what it is. Thrash metal and rap, not so much. When it's a recording of your sons playing Yesterdays, your life achieves a kind of perfection, I tell you what.

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I lost my job making glass eyes for merry-go-round horses back in my youth. I decided to become a mercenary commando soldier, you know, hired gun, but unwisely chose the Salvation Army as my outfit. I never got to kill anybody, and I've got tinnitus in my right ear from the bell now.